Judas stopped daydreaming, because all of a sudden his scar was aching like crazy. He looked at the safe, but nothing was happening there, so he walked through to the outer room. That was empty, too. He left the Museum and headed back to his office. The door was still locked, but he knew something or someone was inside before he entered. It was no good standing in the corridor though, because there were lots of secrets inside that office that he didn’t want anyone knowing about, or prying eyes poring over. He turned the key in the lock and gently edged it open. There was a figure inside standing over his desk.
“Evening, Judas,” said the ghost of Williams.
Judas closed the door behind him and locked it.
“Williams. It’s lovely to see you, of course, but I do have to ask, what the hell are
